Dear Diary,

December 23, 2024

Oh, my beloved! How sorry I am for neglecting you these past two months. I've been in mourning, you see. Do you know why? Today marks the 6th anniversary of my mother's death. May God watch over her, wherever she may be.

I love you, Diary. You're the only one who truly understands me, who's always been there for me. But there's another reason I cherish you—you belonged to my best friend. You're the last piece of Sharon I have left, my Angel, my Sharon.

I know your secret—you hold Tree Magic. Tell me you missed me. Aren't you wondering where I've been these past two months? Why aren't you speaking to me? Have you forgotten me? Let me reintroduce myself.

Ahm... Hello, my name is Mia—or rather, it was. Mia has long since departed this world. It's me, Senieara, in her body, along with her. I am the Witch.

You always talked to Sharon, that foolish girl. She had everything—a mother, a father, a pet dog, friends, and you—the magic. All the happiness in the world. You name it, and she had it. But poor Mia? She had nothing.

After you came into Sharon's life, she abandoned Mia. She stopped spending time with her. You stole her—Mia's only friend. Sharon was the light that kept pulling Mia back to the good, and she started forgetting her bargain. So, we killed her—Mia and I. It's always wise to eliminate your enemies before they destroy you. Rest in peace, Sharon.

Let me tell you another secret—Mia's secret. I was the one who led Mia to kill her mother. Yes, I committed that heinous crime, and I relished every moment.

Why? Oh, you silly thing. Her mother planned to take Mia's father away, so I sent her away first.

Fun fact: Mia enjoyed it too. It was a relief for her, a twisted kind of freedom. But I couldn't let her revel in it completely, not yet. So, I led Mia into a darkness from which she could never escape. When she slipped into that trauma-induced coma, I took over. The world bought our act completely. Mia is such a clever girl.

Two months after her mother's death, when her father forced her to see a doctor, I took over Mia again. We killed the doctor too—such an annoyance, trying to pry into our fun.

Oh, Diary, you can speak to me. We both know the magic. I know you. My sister created you, though she's been dead for over a thousand years. Yet, her magic still pulses within your pages.

Why did you kill her father?

Oh, you already know, don't you? You're clever too. He caught us red-handed when we killed Sam. He knew our—my—secrets. And he had helped in the death of my daughter, Elisabythe. My precious daughter. But I never regretted her passing. She tried to run from her fate—to become a witch. It's better she's gone.

What else did you do?

Well, I've been busy with this century's killings. Surely you've heard? It's all over the news. The curse has returned—I'm back to finish what I started. Poor Mia has no idea what she's been doing. I'll let her go when the fun is over.

Only 7 days left, and 17 more souls to claim. Then this town will be free for a century, until the next one unfolds, and I find a new victim to carry out these deeds.

SENIEARA! This is your sister. Stop this madness! You know we never cursed this town. We lived peacefully among the humans until you betrayed us all!

Sister, are you back from your grave? What a joyous surprise! I thought you were long gone. But you're wrong—they betrayed us. That filthy Viking king broke his oath and murdered one of our sisters. You might forgive, but I won't. I won't rest until his bloodline is erased.

YOU HAVE TO STOP NOW! UNLESS YOU WANT TO FACE MY WRATH.

I'm not afraid of you, Sister. Your magic is weak. A small fire would be all it takes to consume you, so stay in your place—within these pages. And before you can summon anyone, I'll be gone, leaving only this poor child to pay for the sins.

And to those who are reading this, you think you're safe? How foolish. You can hide behind your walls or under your blankets, but I'll find you. If Viking blood runs through your veins, I'll carve you into pieces.

The shadows you dismiss, the whispers in the wind—they aren't your imagination. They're me, closing in.

You cannot run, you cannot hide, and you won't sleep at night. Because I'll be there, in the corner, waiting for you.

Love,
Senieara ❤

<a/n>

So, the journey of this book ends here. I enjoyed writing this story. I know I experimented with this one—writing an entire story through diary entries.

It was a challenge for me, but I wanted to give it a try.

I can only hope that you will enjoy it.

Love you all.